FIRE!!!!!

              Oh the dogs they had a meeting, they came from near and far.
                  Some dogs came by motor bus, some by motor car.
                On entering the meeting hall, each dog could take a look
                   Where he had to hang his tail, high up on a hook.
               Now when they were assembled, each canine son and sire,
             Some dirty Bulldog son of a bitch jumped up and hollered "FIRE".
                    Now all was in a panic, 'Twas hell upon to look,
                   Each doggie grabbed at random a tail from a hook.
                The tails were all mixed up which made each doggie sore,
                To have to wear another dog's tail he'd never worn before.
                  And that is why until this day a dog will leave a bone,
                 To run and smell another dog's tail to see if it's his own.
 

             A BOY AND A DOG

                                  By Marty Hale
                           I want my boy to have a dog,
                             Or maybe two or three...
                         He'll learn from them much easier
                           Than he would learn from me.
                          A dog will show him how to love
                            And bear no grudge or hate;
                           I'm not so good at that myself
                            But dogs will do it straight.
                            I want my boy to have a dog
                             To be his pal and friend,
                          So he may learn that friendship
                               Is faithful to the end.
                          There never yet has been a dog
                           Who learned to double-cross,
                         Nor catered to you when you won
                         Then dropped you when you lost.

 
 

               The Heelers Lament

                                  Author Unknown
                            I am only a back-yard dog,
                             I am sure you will agree
                          I’m cheaper than a security door
                          That’s why these folks have me
                             I never get out for a walk,
                              I’m fed on table scraps.
                           My water bowl is getting low,
                             They’ll fill it up-perhaps.
                         I bark when people come around,
                              To frighten them away.
                           I know I can’t get to the front,
                             And so, I’m sure do they.
                         My parents both were cattle dogs,
                         From Queensland way they came,
                       They worked the mobs in heat and dust,
                              I’d like to do the same.
                          There is no joy in this back-yard,
                             At times it makes me spit.
                            To think I’m doing solitude,
                            For a crime I didn’t commit!

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